𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘢𝘯 // 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳

𝗜𝗴𝗻𝗼𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝗻𝗼 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗳𝗶𝗰𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗶𝗹𝗹-𝗰𝗼𝗻𝗰𝗲𝗶𝘃𝗲𝗱 𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀. 𝗪𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗱𝗼𝗲𝘀𝗻'𝘁 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝗼𝗿 𝗵𝗮𝘀 𝗱𝗼𝘂𝗯𝘁𝘀, 𝗶𝘁’𝘀 𝗯𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝘀𝗲𝗲𝗸 𝗮𝗱𝘃𝗶𝗰𝗲.  greetings! this is an independent rp blog for the witcher’s EMIEL REGIS based on the books, games, and personal interpretation. written by MILA, first est. january 2020, remade february 2022. multiship & multiverse.

@zagubionywilk​

“ i never should’ve dragged you into this. “ ​

“ Geralt -- there was never any dragging involved. I was put in the picture from start to finish. No one twisted my arm to follow you and your case, how noble at its very core. ”

Gingerly, he slid his slender hand across the table, searching for gloved one of the witcher’s. Words can mean so little when uttered in abundance, and while that never stopped Regis from giving his interlocutors academic lectures, there were moments when body language meant much more than any heartfelt reassuring. “ And for you, I would have gone through all of this once more, without blinking an eye. ”

It hurt. Hurt more than everything else he had endured in his long life, combined and multiplied. A wave of discomfort crashed against the shores of his body, still tainted with the memories of that hapless day. But his sacrifice wasn’t in vain then. The mission was accomplished. What ensued ... he couldn’t find it in himself to add to Geralt’s personal grief and burden. At the end of the day, the vampire would join his witcher in the pits of Hell. How strangely primal the nature of their relationship was. A nearly wrecked ship always sailing back to its safe haven.

@sangreals​

‘  you  want  a  better  story .  who  wouldn’t ?  ’ ​

“ I understand my pensive frame of mind doesn’t suit your fancy, my friend, ” Regis cleared his throat, worn knuckles clenching on the handle of his walking cane. Burns on his shoulders ached, mercilessly reminding him of the time passed. The days he wished to never revisit, and yet they would not abandon the vampire’s worn mind. There was only so much he could do under certain circumstances. “ It is simply beyond me to renounce certain thoughts buzzing in my head like an enraged beehive. I can make an earnest attempt to change the subject of our tête-à-tête should you wish, however. ”

Tea brewed by him had long gone cold, though it was of little importance to the barber-surgeon. It wouldn’t be the first time it happened to him, and the bitter taste of now cool beverage washed over his mouth. “ How bizarre is it to be sullen in these parts, the land kissed by the sun and animated by wine. ” For the first time in a while, Regis smiled with his lips pursed. More out of habit than anything else; the grimace was hardly of a cheerful nature.

nazaeir

‘  will  i  be  forgiven  for  the  sins  i  did  not  commit , but  created ?  ’

“ Dettlaff, my friend -- ”

The other man’s grief was nearly palpable, mixing with the stuffy air around them. This necropolis, just like any other, left a thick layer of musty odor on their clothes, their hands and hair. So many sensations, yet Dettlaff’s most inner despair oozed, drowned the spacious room, became that of Emiel’s. Empathy of blood-bound vampires, enhanced & inexhaustible. Compassion planted inside Regis’ ever since their hearts began pumping the same vital fluids. No tie between any human beings could ever compare to this. 

“ While you must remember I never for a second approved of your actions, ” he weighed every uttered word, tasting it before letting it escape his mouth. “ I cannot say I fail to understand the reason behind your response. You were hurt. Hurt by someone you did not expect to turn your back at you. I could feel your despair while you hid from the world, from me --  ” 

Pause. Wrinkles cracked his forehead as he mulled over the events of the last months, was it years already? Time flies differently for those who never cared much for it. “ I would not dub myself a man of faith, pious vampire sounds comical to some degree -- but I believe in redemption and second chance. You needn’t torture yourself, Dettlaff. Humans, their world and behaviors ... they differ greatly from ours. And you were far from ready to face deception they hide, like snakes in the grass ready to strike their oblivious prey. ”

Concern cast a shadow over the brief moment of his complacency. Words could only fix so much. -- what about a broken heart and guilt gnawing at Dettlaff’s bones down to the marrow?